Until My Dying Day
By Roni Black
Chapter Eight
Draco and Hermione's holiday was fabulous. They spent most of the week with Hermione's family - not only her parents, but also her aunts, uncles and cousins - all Muggles. Draco felt very strange - not bad, but strange. He was not used to Muggle company, but he was beginning to like it. They were all nice, and treated him very kindly. He was also not used to Muggle machines - telephones, televisions, computers - but Hermione did her best to explain, and he was quite impressed.
"Time for bed," said Hermione the first evening. They were sitting in her room and talking; it was already two A.M., but they were not tired from each other.
Hermione drew out her wand (she had already became seventeen, and was allowed to use magic all the time) and caused an extra bed to appear in the room.
Draco entered this bed as Hermione lay down in her own. They both fell asleep quickly. They had never felt so warm, so HOME, as they felt now, when they were sleeping in the same room.
"This is the way it was meant to be," Draco thought just before falling asleep.
Draco and Hermione did not separate during their vacation, not even for one hour; the love between them grew deeper and stronger every day. They both knew this was it. No questions. No doubts. Hermione was the one. Draco was the one. They felt as though there was the same sole in both of them. They understood each other so well. They always had issues to discuss, jokes to tell, and loving words to share; and they both loved each other so, so much.
"I don't think I'll be able to live without you now," said Hermione on one of the last days of the holiday; "how am I going to live without you in Hogwarts?"
"You won't live without me," Draco protested, "we will still see each other every day."
"It won't be the same. Besides Potions, we don't study together, and we can't eat together, and..."
"Listen, Hermione. I know it won't be the same. But let's make an agreement - whenever you miss me, sing our song. You don't even have to sing it out loud, you can sing inside your heart. But it would still remind you that I love you," he said softly, staring into her eyes. "It would remind you that I love you more than words can say. I will do the same. And so, we would always be together, even when we're apart."
As he talked, he raised his wand, and the magical radio on the desk started to play their song.
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more...
Hermione and Draco clung onto each other and danced slowly; after a few minutes of dancing they both raised their heads, stared into each other's eyes and shared the most loving, earth-shattering, amazing kiss.
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione is coming back tomorrow."
"Right."
"We will see her every day, whether we like it or not."
"Right."
"We will have to talk to her."
"Wrong."
"Ron!"
"What?"
"We have to talk to Hermione!" Harry cried. They were sitting in the Common Room, playing chess; almost everybody was gone. The Common Room was empty, but a pair of fourth-years who were doing homework.
"Why?" said Ron indifferently, not even looking at Harry.
"Because we're losing a friend! And because she may be right! And because Hagrid was right! And because... because we just have to talk to her, OK?"
Ron finally raised his eyes and glared at Harry.
"You really think Hermione may be right?" he said.
"I don't know!" said Harry. "That is why I think we should talk to her! If it turns out that she was right - "
"I can't believe you think Malfoy has changed!" Ron accused.
"I don't think he has changed, I think he MAY have changed. People change, Ron, didn't you listen to Hagrid? We need to talk to Hermione!"
"And say we talk to Hermione - what can we tell her?" Ron demanded.
"We can tell her we're sorry for yelling at her," replied Harry quietly. "We can tell her that we understand we don't have the right to choose for her. And we can tell her we want to be friends again, and see for ourselves whether Malfoy has changed or not, because we trust her judgement."
Ron looked horrorstruck. He looked at Harry for a long moment; then said, "WE would apologize to HER?"
"Yes," said Harry firmly.
Ron kept glaring at Harry. "And why would we do that?"
"Because she's our friend," said Harry.
Ron stared at him for at least two more minutes; Harry thought he was going to erupt. But when Ron finally talked, his voice was low and soft.
"OK," he said. "We'll do it."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione and Draco came back from their holiday, loving each other even more than they did before. Hermione was so blissfully happy, she didn't think about Harry or Ron even once, until she saw them in the Common Room.
Draco walked her to the entrance and they said goodbye with another kiss; it was very sad to both of them, since they hadn't separated from each other for a few weeks.
They both had homework to complete, and many stuff to do. So Hermione entered the Common Room, to find Harry and Ron sitting and watching her, as if waiting just for her. She was used to being ignored and these looks surprised her, but she decided to pretend nothing unusual had happened, and went to sit near the fireplace and take out her books and rolls of parchment.
"Hermione," she heard a voice. She raised her head and saw Harry and Ron standing close to her.
Before she could say "yes?", Harry started to talk quickly, as if wishing to say everything he could before Hermione stop him.
"Hermione, we're sorry. We shouldn't have shouted at you. We understand this, and we're truly sorry, because you were our best friend, and you still are, and we miss you and we want to be friends again. It really bothers us that we're not friends..."
"And we also think," Ron continued as Harry paused to breathe, "that you may be right about Mal - Draco, and he might have really changed, and we want to give him a chance, because we trust your judgement and if you say he's changed, then he's changed."
Hermione sat there and stared at them, then a huge smile spread on her face; she burst into tears and threw herself at the two of them. The three of them hugged
"Oh, I'm so happy!" Hermione sobbed. "You guys are so wonderful, it's so great that we finally made up!"
And as the three of them sat down and began to chat, Hermione's heart widened and soared happily. What else could she ask for? She had those two best friends and she had her wonderful, loving Draco. She suddenly loved every single person in the whole world.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Just you wait, Draco Malfoy..." Bellatrix groaned as she threw herself on the rug in front of the big fireplace, "just you wait. I will find a way to destroy you... don't you worry..."
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By Roni Black
Chapter Eight
Draco and Hermione's holiday was fabulous. They spent most of the week with Hermione's family - not only her parents, but also her aunts, uncles and cousins - all Muggles. Draco felt very strange - not bad, but strange. He was not used to Muggle company, but he was beginning to like it. They were all nice, and treated him very kindly. He was also not used to Muggle machines - telephones, televisions, computers - but Hermione did her best to explain, and he was quite impressed.
"Time for bed," said Hermione the first evening. They were sitting in her room and talking; it was already two A.M., but they were not tired from each other.
Hermione drew out her wand (she had already became seventeen, and was allowed to use magic all the time) and caused an extra bed to appear in the room.
Draco entered this bed as Hermione lay down in her own. They both fell asleep quickly. They had never felt so warm, so HOME, as they felt now, when they were sleeping in the same room.
"This is the way it was meant to be," Draco thought just before falling asleep.
Draco and Hermione did not separate during their vacation, not even for one hour; the love between them grew deeper and stronger every day. They both knew this was it. No questions. No doubts. Hermione was the one. Draco was the one. They felt as though there was the same sole in both of them. They understood each other so well. They always had issues to discuss, jokes to tell, and loving words to share; and they both loved each other so, so much.
"I don't think I'll be able to live without you now," said Hermione on one of the last days of the holiday; "how am I going to live without you in Hogwarts?"
"You won't live without me," Draco protested, "we will still see each other every day."
"It won't be the same. Besides Potions, we don't study together, and we can't eat together, and..."
"Listen, Hermione. I know it won't be the same. But let's make an agreement - whenever you miss me, sing our song. You don't even have to sing it out loud, you can sing inside your heart. But it would still remind you that I love you," he said softly, staring into her eyes. "It would remind you that I love you more than words can say. I will do the same. And so, we would always be together, even when we're apart."
As he talked, he raised his wand, and the magical radio on the desk started to play their song.
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more...
Hermione and Draco clung onto each other and danced slowly; after a few minutes of dancing they both raised their heads, stared into each other's eyes and shared the most loving, earth-shattering, amazing kiss.
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione is coming back tomorrow."
"Right."
"We will see her every day, whether we like it or not."
"Right."
"We will have to talk to her."
"Wrong."
"Ron!"
"What?"
"We have to talk to Hermione!" Harry cried. They were sitting in the Common Room, playing chess; almost everybody was gone. The Common Room was empty, but a pair of fourth-years who were doing homework.
"Why?" said Ron indifferently, not even looking at Harry.
"Because we're losing a friend! And because she may be right! And because Hagrid was right! And because... because we just have to talk to her, OK?"
Ron finally raised his eyes and glared at Harry.
"You really think Hermione may be right?" he said.
"I don't know!" said Harry. "That is why I think we should talk to her! If it turns out that she was right - "
"I can't believe you think Malfoy has changed!" Ron accused.
"I don't think he has changed, I think he MAY have changed. People change, Ron, didn't you listen to Hagrid? We need to talk to Hermione!"
"And say we talk to Hermione - what can we tell her?" Ron demanded.
"We can tell her we're sorry for yelling at her," replied Harry quietly. "We can tell her that we understand we don't have the right to choose for her. And we can tell her we want to be friends again, and see for ourselves whether Malfoy has changed or not, because we trust her judgement."
Ron looked horrorstruck. He looked at Harry for a long moment; then said, "WE would apologize to HER?"
"Yes," said Harry firmly.
Ron kept glaring at Harry. "And why would we do that?"
"Because she's our friend," said Harry.
Ron stared at him for at least two more minutes; Harry thought he was going to erupt. But when Ron finally talked, his voice was low and soft.
"OK," he said. "We'll do it."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione and Draco came back from their holiday, loving each other even more than they did before. Hermione was so blissfully happy, she didn't think about Harry or Ron even once, until she saw them in the Common Room.
Draco walked her to the entrance and they said goodbye with another kiss; it was very sad to both of them, since they hadn't separated from each other for a few weeks.
They both had homework to complete, and many stuff to do. So Hermione entered the Common Room, to find Harry and Ron sitting and watching her, as if waiting just for her. She was used to being ignored and these looks surprised her, but she decided to pretend nothing unusual had happened, and went to sit near the fireplace and take out her books and rolls of parchment.
"Hermione," she heard a voice. She raised her head and saw Harry and Ron standing close to her.
Before she could say "yes?", Harry started to talk quickly, as if wishing to say everything he could before Hermione stop him.
"Hermione, we're sorry. We shouldn't have shouted at you. We understand this, and we're truly sorry, because you were our best friend, and you still are, and we miss you and we want to be friends again. It really bothers us that we're not friends..."
"And we also think," Ron continued as Harry paused to breathe, "that you may be right about Mal - Draco, and he might have really changed, and we want to give him a chance, because we trust your judgement and if you say he's changed, then he's changed."
Hermione sat there and stared at them, then a huge smile spread on her face; she burst into tears and threw herself at the two of them. The three of them hugged
"Oh, I'm so happy!" Hermione sobbed. "You guys are so wonderful, it's so great that we finally made up!"
And as the three of them sat down and began to chat, Hermione's heart widened and soared happily. What else could she ask for? She had those two best friends and she had her wonderful, loving Draco. She suddenly loved every single person in the whole world.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Just you wait, Draco Malfoy..." Bellatrix groaned as she threw herself on the rug in front of the big fireplace, "just you wait. I will find a way to destroy you... don't you worry..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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Love, Roni Black.